Something is perturbing me
It’s disturbing me involving my poetry
It’s not utilization of efficient fabrication
I always acknowledge honesty
But it’s more the lack of sufficient modesty
You see, some how I took a detour off the optimistic road
Found myself in this narcissistic mode
And that’s just not me
I’m not the type to give constant hype
To constantly promote myself
So I’m going to revoke myself and my privileges
And demote myself against my wishes
Because I think back to an early time
It was so pure how I remembered it
When the focus of each rhyme was on the message
Not how I delivered it
Unquivered it with chivalry
But now content is tarnished by delivery
I’d rather have a soft flow with a message so deep
“Four Letter Misconception”
“The Show”
“Is It Worth It?”
“Rewarding Error”
“Getting a Vasectomy”
“Fueled by Anger”
That’s the poetry I wish to keep
And it’s ok for execution to seep through
But returning to the message is what I’ve got to get back to

{Author's Note: So I guess the moral and message of this story is that sometimes you have to step outside yourself to see if what you’re doing is how you want to be doing it regardless of reactions. For more information, check out my latest blog.}

6/23/2007